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[onceinabluememe]

Cuddling is one of the best things in the world. Whether it be platonic cuddling between friends, or cuddling with your sweetheart, it's pretty damn fun.


But what about cuddling with a bunch of people? Watch a movie with friends and flop across them. Set up a tent in the back yard and curl up with your friends.

Whatever the situation, it's not just you and one other. It's you and several others and cuddling and it's awesome.


Here's how it works:

1: Comment with your character and a scenario. Blank comments won't be deleted, but creativity is encouraged and appreciated.

2: THREADJACK! Join in on other cuddle threads. Go crazy. Be all over the place.

3: Have fun with it.

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[more_than_words]

Don't forget it.

[But the curl of his arm was the last straw on her pretending to be anything but happily content and she gives in with a sigh, snuggling in obviously now, eyes closing as she tucks her face in against the side of his. Being close to him fills a part of her that is always there, quiet and waiting these days. After a minute of letting the peace soak down and through her, without lifting her head, she murmurs:]

Do you remember what it was like, getting snowed into our houses as kids?

[whysocirrus]

Cold.

[ It's warmer closer, so he doesn't argue the tearing down of every day casually rebuilt walls, for now. There's no real reason to anymore, regardless of the time of day or situation, but old habits can be so much harder to break through.

Letting his cheek rest against the top of her head, he lifts his shoulders in a small (considerate, given their proximity) shrug. ]

And boring. Getting stuck inside with nothing to do but chores.

[more_than_words]

[Her lips curve at the touch of his cheek and warmth slips down through her chest and the tips of her fingers. That's what she wants, him tucking into her just as much as she wants to be able to tuck into him. It's important to her, to feel wanted... needed. Even, and maybe especially, in little physical ways like this. There's a puff of breath against his neck and a sound in her throat as her lips curl more.]

Chores? [After a pause, softer, for all the things that had been wrong back then she'd never even paid enough attention to realize...] I wish you could have come to my house. Mom always made special treats the first day we would get snowed in. She used to let me stand on a chair at the counter and help her with the mixing. And that night - if it was still snowing - there was this big, old fairytale book on the top shelf of the bookcase papa would get down to read...